reflections, poetry, actualism, and updates from life on and off the stage

August 28, 2010

mouth full of fig

brooklyn, new york8/26/10. for JTF

my mouth is full of figs
overfulover
flowing. not just their ripe and
alien bodies
strange seeds flesh like muscletissue
but leaves as well protrude from my mouth
gathered small bundles (twigs too)
full--over flowing
verdant figgreen

it’s dedicated to you
the drops collected on my back
as if i were the landscape
harvesting the dew
the morning moving down a hill
one body water
it’s the morning i’ve waited to gather
shadow an eyebrow thick

i’m cultivating in new york city
i’m drawing crops from afar
because soon our mouths will live together
and feed on the crop stored my cellar
the slope of my back my garden plot mouth full of fig